Adler walked into the kitchen wearing nothing but a pair of grey sweat shorts, startling the old lady who was in there prepping potatoes.
“s**t, sorry…” Adler exclaimed as the old lady clutched her chest and panted through her fright.
“Oh, dear lord…you quite nearly gave me a heart attack, young man…” She berated but her eyes sparkled with a youthful exuberance as she looked Adler’s body up and down.
Adler smirked, raking a hand through his hair. “Promise I’ll put a shirt on from now on.”
The old lady laughed, waving her hand at him. “Oh, I know what it’s like to be young…but please, if you could…I don’t think I could handle seeing all those muscles up close in my kitchen every day.”
Adler laughed along with her. “Sure thing…” He walked to the fridge and opened it, taking out a bottle
